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Dear Whomever

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Dear Whomever,

Who’s tired of the letter format? I am! As much as I’ve enjoyed it, I’ll be glad not to be restricted to this format anymore. It is fun, so I’m sure I’ll write letters in the future, just not, you know, EVERYDAY.

So, instead of writing a traditional letter, I’m just going to bullet point a few random observations from this weekend.

  • I know I’ve talked about fully-grown, otherwise responsible adults using juvenile technology before, but today I couldn’t get over the fact that I saw two adults (one man, one woman) at different times playing Nintendo DS’s. I know they’re cool (or at least Joe and Bob think so), but I don’t think I would be playing it in public if I didn’t have a child around. Neither of them did. And, now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure that the one that the man was using was pink.
  • Apparently, Raleigh is now used to make connecting flights. Before we landed, our stewardess came on and announced the connecting gates for three different destinations, one of them being Boston. I would have thought you could have gotten a direct flight to Boston on American from their super-hub, Dallas, but apparently someone(s) decided to go through Raleigh.
  • I arranged to have an empty seat next to me on my flight from Wichita to Dallas. I only wish I had done the same on my second flight as I was kinda squeezed. That’s okay though, as at one point it was so cold on the plane that my very thick sweater that kept me warm in 40 degree weather wasn’t enough to keep me warm. I don’t like having vents at my very cold feet.
  • On my way to Wichita, I found out that the Raleigh airport now sells Diet Dr. Pepper. Divine.

Sorry I don’t have any funny crazy stories to share, but I think I prefer it this way!

Almost not a letter,

Ronnica

Dear Family

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Dear Family,

I enjoyed spending the weekend with you. It was a great break from my studies and the everyday. For me, visiting you in Kansas is like a beach getaway: refreshing, relaxing, and reinvigorating. That might sound strange, but no matter where I live, Kansas will always be “home.”

I’m looking forward to seeing you again in California. It’s a little odd to meet my family on the opposite coast of where I live, but that’s how it goes. This weekend is but a glimpse of the fun that we’ll have come June. Best of all, school will be over for the year so we’ll all be able to relax a little more.

Thanks for always making time for me while I’m here visiting! I love you!

Your daughter/sister,

Ronnica

Dear M.E.

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Dear M.E.,

Congrats on being the winner of my giveaway! I’m happy to give you the $20 Target gift card and hope that you’ll be able to put it to good use. Out of the numbers 1 – 482, the random number generator picked 479. It apparently liked your last minute entry!

I loved having all the different visitors to my site this week. I would love to get to know you better. Stop by again so that I can truly “meet” you!

To everyone else that entered, I wish that I could have given you gift cards as well! Unfortunately, I’m just not that rich. Maybe next time?

Congrats again,

Ronnica

Dear Poetry Lovers

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Dear Poetry Lovers,

Okay, this is awful. I have to post something this morning before I leave since I don’t know when I’ll be back. But the problem is, I don’t know what to post. I just want to write it and move on. I hate give you meaningless fluff, so I’ve reached back in my archives (also called “journals”) and will give you a poem I wrote when I moved to North Carolina almost three years ago. It’s awful (I’m no poet!), but there you go. I think the sentiment behind it is clear even if the form is less than ideal. Oh, I have no idea why there is no punctuation until the end. I guess it was my idea of free form?

As I sit here
All alone
Away from home
I think of all the blessings I do have
And all the ways I’ve seen God’s hand

There’s something in the solitude
There’s something in the loss
That brings to mind my Savior

Ever since I’ve been here
I’ve been praising God
For not only has He answered prayers
He’s provided over and above

The apartment is more than wonderful
With helpful roommates and neighbors
My first “home” away from home

My car it zips and sags
It’s awful fun to drive
The best part is that it’s given
So that I don’t have to pay

My job is more than I prayed for
And given quicker too
Not only does it pay the bills
But it provides a study place too

Given all these blessings
And countless more, be sure
How can I ever thank enough
My Savior and My Lord!

Poetically,

Ronnica

Dear Kansas

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Dear Kansas,

You don’t know how excited I am to see you. I’m not sure why I’m so excited this time around, but four months away has definitely been too long.

I do hope to see you tomorrow and not any later. At this time of year, it’s unlikely that snow will impede my progress like last time…but you never know. Your weather has been known to change rapidly, and I have seen snow in Kansas in April.

When I come and visit you, the first thing I see is the Wichita airport. Nothing says “home” like a small, dark airport that looks exactly the same as when we dropped off my dad there when I was a child. The only difference is that only half the gates are open now. It’s always a bit of a shock and a flashback to see it.

The next thing I see is my family, always waving just on the other side of the security line, standing right next to the restaurant where I decided to start collecting napkins when I was in high school (that didn’t last long). At least one of my parents should be there and possibly a grandparent or two or three. I suppose if they weren’t to greet me, I wouldn’t be so excited to come see you, Kansas.

There are other points that I really like about visiting you. I like to eat cheese fries and chicken strips at my favorite restaurant, enjoy the bright Kansas sun, staying up late with the family and sleeping in. This trip also holds something different: meeting my brother’s girlfriend. I’m excited about that too, but in a different way.

So Kansas, you obviously hold a dear part of my heart. There’s a reason why this blog has your name in the title. But tomorrow, I’ll be on your soil once again!

Until tomorrow,

Ronnica

Dear Diary, Part 4

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[This could probably have been written at this point in any semester. The caps are original, though I have a hard time writing in all caps and almost never do it. It was how I felt at the time.]

November 3, 2006

Dear Diary,

I DON’T WANT TO BE PRODUCTIVE! I DON’T WANT TO WRITE A PAPER, READ BOOKS, OR STUDY. I DON’T WANT TO BE A GOOD STUDENT. I WANT TO SLEEP, SURF THE INTERNET, AND WATCH TV. I KNOW I’M BEING SINFULLY REBELLIOUS, BUT I’M NOT BROKEN. GOD, BREAK ME. SHOW ME MY SIN. HELP ME TO REPENT AND SEEK FORGIVENESS. I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO DO WHAT I NEED TO DO ON MY OWN.

But that was never what you called me to do. You called me to seek You in obedience, depending on You for all I need. Help me to follow You! Give me a heart to obey You! I don’t want to be unusable. Help me to glorify You in all I do!

“Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
- Psalm 51:10

“Then I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean; I will cleanse you from all your filthiness and from all your idols. Moreover, I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; and I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. I will put My Spirit within you and cause you to walk in my statues, and you will be careful to observe My ordinances.” – Ezekiel 36:25-27

Broken,

Ronnica

Dear Book Recommender

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Dear Book Recommender,

It looks like I took you up on the book you recommended. So many times when people recommend a book, I don’t think much of it since I don’t like many modern or popular novels. However, this week I went to the used bookstore and bought a few of the selections you had recommended:

Debra, I bought East of Eden. I’ll probably read it this summer. I’m taking a big leap of faith with getting back into Steinbeck!

Liana, I bought A Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. You shamed me when I mentioned I had never read anything by him. I’m looking forward to reading it.

Rush, I got Night by Elie Wiesel which was on your list of books recommended to a Christian to become a well-read Christian. I had never heard of it before, but it looks like a powerful book. I look forward to reading more off of your list as well.

Jacki, I got Trudy’s Promise by Marcia Preston. I’m all set to go for our June for our monthly book reading!

Mo, I also picked up The Road by Cormac McCarthy which means that I’m all ready for August as well.

Oprah, I got two books from your reading club. The used bookstore even has a special section just with those books. I didn’t get them because you recommended them, but at least you have recommended them.

Happy reading one and all!

With my head lost in a book,

Ronnica

Dear Fellow Dreamer

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[This is a bit of stretch to put in letter format, but I just HAD to share this dream with you!]

Dear Fellow Dreamer,

Last night I had a dream about Barack Obama. Instead of seeking the presidency, he was seeking the pastorate of my local church. I was talking to a friend about him about how we didn’t want him for a pastor, though we thought that most of the church was in agreement about wanting him. We had a couple of reasons for not liking this dream-version of Barack Obama:

Apparently at some point he was given a test to see if he would remember people’s faces. He thought that two faces he was shown were the same as ones he had previously been shown though they weren’t. We wanted a pastor who could remember everyone.

In the 60s he had done something stupid. In the dream he was talking about it from the pulpit, but I woke up before he described what it was. He was kind of laughing it off, which wasn’t what we would of liked.

He was obsessed with his appearance. I wish I could show you a picture of what he looked like. His hair was in pony-tail like clumps all over his head, sticking out about a foot from each side. He was going gray, which didn’t look very good (I remembered thinking, “dye your hair!”). He was wearing a long, fitted knit coat made of black and white yarn that went down to his feet. His makeup was definitely more rocker than pastor (especially since I don’t know any pastors that wear makeup!).

I had to share this dream with you as it really stood out to me this morning. I don’t in anyway mean for this to reflect on the real Barack Obama. I just thought you would enjoy laughing with me.

Aren’t dreams funny?

Sleepily,

Ronnica

Dear Mike Huckabee

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Dear Mike Huckabee,

I wish you all the best as you continue to fight for conservative causes in our nation. I wish that you were still a viable presidential candidate but felt you bowed out of the race with grace and dignity.

One of my favorite things about you was that your stands on the issues stemmed from the same cause as mine: belief in God. Being a Christian impacts everything one does and most certainly should drive where he stands on many political issues. I like how you stood up for your values without wavering, even when those positions weren’t popular.

Some fellow Huckabee supporters are clamoring for John McCain to pick you as his Vice Presidential candidate. As I think you would make a great president, of course I think you would make a great VP as well. I, however, don’t necessarily think that strapping yourself to McCain’s ticket is the best option. Whether or not you are VP, I think you can do some good.

Thanks for what you’ve done for our country and what God will continue to do through you!

Humbly,

Ronnica

Dear Diary, Part 3

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February 15, 2005

Dear Diary,

Man, do I have a story for you! Yesterday, I was working [at Walmart]. I was in a really good mood because I had a short shift and it was Valentine’s Day. One lady came through and at the beginning of her large order she placed hangers from a couple of bras next to my register. One had the barcode on it, so I (kindly, I thought) asked her to place that hanger with the bras. She refused, griped and generally assumed that I’m a mean, spiteful person who is incredibly unreasonable and selfish and let me know. She told me if there was anything broken or smashed she would know I did it out of spite. Anyway, she thought I intentionally hurt her with the carousel when she kept pushing it around and I stopped it. She cried for management and filed a report. Sean, a SM [support manager, I think] told me he knew it wasn’t me, as did the AM [associate manager] Darren. It really hurt me when she was yelling at me and it made me cry. Later, when Dana and I were talking about it she told me she thought it was a good experience for me because I generally don’t let myself get hurt by words. I agree it was a good, yet definitely not fun, experience.

Painfully,

Ronnica